When greatness failsIs it apologetic?Does it look back on those it scorned?Seeking to raise them from the ashes?Lend me your earLend a helping handDoes it have a shred of empathy?Or does it march over skeletonsCrushing skulls and dreamsBeneath boots of arroganceDestroying idealsDestroying hopeWhat drumbeat is this?The drums of battle criesSticks and stonesSpears, arrows, catapultsPierce pure heartsOn bended knees we are knightedTo do whose will?Without standing on the shores of humilityWhen the wall comes crumblingAnd injustice wrapped full circleWas there ever anything truly great?

The weight of the worldIs heavy upon Atlas’s shouldersWe should thank ZeusThat such a burden assignedTo one of immeasurable strengthHerculesSamsonWith great power,Comes great responsibilityLike theseResting is not an optionWe have shownWe cannot controlNor containOurselvesIn all our greatnessUnable to supportThat which we areLighten the loadEven gods become wearyIn welldoing

It’s all smiles andWarmth until he decidesThat the prevailingBeliefs are not hisCup of tea; that’s whenA side he’s never seenBefore rears it’s head,A writhing creatureBristling withReproach and suspicionAt the prospect ofSomeone not toeing the line,Forcing them to reflectOn who they really are.